There is no needle. It is not the needle that needs finding, it is only yourself.
Here is where I voice all my internal struggles, questions, and curiosities. I'm hoping to look back one day and say to myself, "silly girl."

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

So cute

Tim and I have been reading The Knot's wedding guide book. Unlike the stereotypical stories I hear, he's been decently helpful and willing to participate in the planning process.

Generally, I do the leg work and then show him my filtered list of vendors or ideas. Most times he's fine with it though he questions why I'm thinking about details that he feels are not important right now. (Sometime he's right, sometime he's wrong.)

I really appreciate that he's willing to take responsibility for some tasks. It helps me feel less overwhelmed and that he cares about how the wedding will turn out. I've asked him to choose an officiant, interview DJs, and plan the honeymoon. Tim's already told me he really doesn't care about the florist.

As Tim was getting ready to go home, he recalled something and said excitedly, "oh, I have an idea for the banquet tables. You know how Pku named her tables after wines. I though of what we could do for ours."

"Really? I had an idea for that too," I said with a smile.

Tim paused for a second. I guess I should have immediately asked him to share his idea rather than equal him with mine. He asked me what my idea was.

"I thought we could name the tables after cities that we've visited."

"That's what I thought too," Tim said as he grabbed my hand. "We could put the city name in big letters and then describe what we did there in small text at the bottom of the table sign."

I could tell we both thought it cool to be on the same wavelength. I just love that he's thinking about these little details too.

A note about tables, if you have the choice. Our caterer recommended rectangular tables, rather than round ones, and told us that at a rectangular table people have more conversation options -- they can talk to the people across the table as well as the ones beside them. We did that, and it was nice, although not particularly noteworthy. Then a few weeks ago I was at a big dinner with 10 or 12 person round tables, and it was impossible to talk to anyone except the person on your left or the person on your right, especially with a centerpiece in the middle of the table. Small detail, but we were grateful our caterer had mentioned it, because the mixing of our friends and family that happened at the tables was really satisfying for us.